Had I done something wrong?

If so, what?

What did I do?

Why didn’t people like it?

I didn’t understand.

What had I done?

None wanted to tell me.

None wanted to speak to me.

I was alone, wondering if there was something I had done or said.

Something people didn’t like.

I didn’t understand.

I wanted to.

I wanted someone I could talk to.

I wanted someone to tell what I had done.

Because I had to have done something.

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